Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 33: Iron thorn calmly

Thyls, who was surprised by Viscount Paterson's exaggerated actions, hadn't figured out the meaning behind this sentence, Gilbert's voice came from behind him.

"Your Excellency, Viscount Paterson!"

"Special seats have been prepared in the banquet hall, if you..."

Gilbert has been receiving next-level guests on the other side—from important industry leaders to invited bureaucrats in the royal capital. Obviously, he was aware of the unexpected situation here and came in a hurry.

"No need, Kid Caso, I'm here for him," Patterson obviously didn't hear Gilbert's words, but that doesn't prevent him from being cold after seeing each other:

"Just for him."

Viscount Patterson bowed again to the prince. The motion was so big that everyone present was squeezed into a cold sweat, and then he was helped to the banquet hall.

Tyles, Doyle, and Glover breathed a sigh of relief.

Gilbert looked at the back of the Viscount, and sighed softly:

"Patterson, he is one of the more personalities among the Stars' Seven Servants. He disdains to attend on many occasions, partly because he is old and has no scruples."

"But obviously, it's time for him to consider for future generations."

Looking at Thales’ puzzled eyes, Gilbert added:

"One of his sons is in your guard, the second penalty officer Gray Patterson."

Thyls was clear.

Guests are coming one after another. Although most of them are low-ranking bureaucrats and nobles, there is no need for Thales to come forward to greet them, but the Mindis Hall is already very busy.

Mallos and Gilbert were too choked to receive the reception. Even Viscount Connie and Earl Godwin, who were invited to help and act as half masters, went back and forth, and had no time to rest.

Unexpectedly, Patterson was not the only one who came in advance.

"Successful chasing the Holy Day, my lord!"

The VIP who followed Patterson did not give Thales a chance to return to the lounge.

Viscount Adrian came with his wife, so Thales had to give up his plan to rest and adjust his state to spring breeze again.

"When you grow up, you look very energetic, with a handsome posture, quite the style of His Majesty Kessel."

Adrian himself is only thirty years old, looks young, promising and full of energy.

But in the past few days, Thales knew that the Viscount’s family ruled the fertile and beautiful surrounding area of ​​Swan County in the Central Territory, and he was the heaviest member of the Seven Stars. .

Thyls did not dare to neglect in the slightest, and greeted them with a pleasant greeting.

"Obviously, no matter how strong the cold wind is in the north, no matter how heavy the blizzard is, the yellow sand of the West Wilderness is fierce, and the temperature is fierce." , Quiet and beautiful, "It's hard to hide the stars in the sky, they are brilliant."

Thyls can only respond mildly—according to Gilbert’s teachings—not humble or overbearing, but there is no shortage, neither too prominent nor too dumb.

Like a qualified star prince.

Until Adrian bows and condescends, squeezes Thales' palm lightly, and touches the back of Thales's hand with his lips.

"I am not their lord and prince, am I?"

Thyls sent away Viscount Adrian, rubbing the back of his hand that had been kissed twice, and asked in doubt:

"I mean... not for the time being?"

"No." Doyle replied absently.

The guard answered abnormally, and Thales realized that it was wrong:

I saw D.D nodding and bowing, watching Viscount Adrian leave almost flatteringly, and even Glover respectfully paid his respects along the way.

Compared with the time when the old Viscount was there, his attitude is very different.

"What's wrong?" The Young Duke frowned.

"They are special?"

Doyle came back to his senses and scratched his head:

"Ah, sorry, that, my lord, do you remember Lord Adrian? Our supreme commander, Captain of the Guard?"

Thyls frowned, thinking of the Lord Adrian who led the royal guard when he entered the Palace of Revival to meet the king.

If the prince has realized:

"So, Viscount Adrian just now, he is not only the Seven Stars, but also..."

"Yes," Doyle breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the opponent disappear from his field of vision:

"The nephew of our immediate boss."

Thyls pondered for a moment, but he was not thinking about Doyle and Glover's career situation.

Patterson and Adrian, the two big families of the Seven Stars, came to the Mindis Hall in advance and told me... Isn’t it a coincidence?

His suspicion was quickly confirmed.

Five minutes later, when Thales was about to return to the lounge, waiting for the next group of heavyweight guests, a man and a woman stepped out of the carriage holding hands and walked into Mindith Hall in different steps. Under the leadership, came to him.

The faces of Glover and Doyle changed slightly, as if they were facing enemies.

"Your Highness," D.D said with concern:

"This... we'd better go back... let Count Caso come..."

But the guests' feet were very fast, and before Doyle finished speaking, they came to Thales.

"Your Highness, Your Highness," at the urging of the woman next to him, the young male nobleman, with a vague voice, like a gossamer, "I am...I am Luther, Luther...very, very happy ……"

Thyls frowned.

The man in front of him was very young, only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he was awkward, his expression tense, and his posture twisted.

What's more, he lowered his head deeply, just staring at the soles of his shoes, not looking at Thales, it seems that the floor tiles of Mindith Hall are more attractive.

Thyls noticed that although this little nobleman named Luther was weird and trembling, he had exquisite makeup and gorgeous clothes, and he had obviously gone through a lot of elaborate dressing.

There are more and more carriages outside the hall, and the collision of wheels on the stone road is getting louder and more complicated.

In the next second, Luther was hesitant to say hello, but his facial features were tight.

He stared at the floor suddenly became anxious, struggling to shake the woman's arm:

"Mom, I want to go back, I don't want here... I want my chess pieces..."

The woman's face changed.

Tyles noticed the noble young woman beside Luther—she looked only thirty years old, with a beautiful face, a light waist, a decent posture, but a slightly tired expression, a conservative dress, and heavy colors. .

I saw her squeeze an apologetic smile to Thales worriedly, then approached her son’s ear and whispered:

"Child, what you practiced, you did a good job, remember what I told you..."

She gradually became a little harsher.

But Luther's voice became impatient and his movements became intense:

"No!"

His voice is bitterly crying, his arms are getting bigger and bigger:

"I want to go back, I want a chess piece, I want a chess board..."

He ignored the fact that the Duke of Star Lake and his attendants, including the guards and servants of the entire front porch, were watching.

His mother calmed down anxiously, but Luther's struggle became more unreasonable. He squatted down on the ground with an indecent posture:

"I want to go back! Go back! Go back, go back, go back, go back..."

Glover and Doyle looked at each other, and the nervous two leaned forward to separate Thales from Luther, who was moving more and more, for fear that this obviously abnormal guest would do it. What is going against the Duke.

Qing Li Chuoyue's young woman was pale. She tried her best to pull her son up and at the same time to comfort her, but it was obviously not effective.

Until a gentle voice came into this little accident:

"It's okay, Luther."

In Luthor’s reluctant cry, several people turned their heads, and saw Thales smiling and pushing away Glover and Doyle, squatting down in front of Luther in spite of their dissuasion.

The lady who was about to speak for help from the servant was slightly surprised.

"I also like to play chess, the "Rise and Fall of Empire" version, right?"

As if the prince’s words had some magic power, Luther stopped struggling, but died, staring at the floor, panting.

"It's just that I have never used ‘Swordsmen’ well, and I always lost most of them before upgrading to a ‘Knight’." Thales shrugged.

Luther didn't say a word, but still panting.

"I don't have a chess piece in my hand right now," Thales said in an annoyed tone, as if he was also very upset:

"Fortunately, I have something more interesting-new chess pieces."

Thyls stretched his hand to his chest.

Glover saw the Duke's movements clearly, and was shocked:

"Your Highness——"

I saw Thales took off the badge representing the nine-pointed star on his chest, and turned around Luther as if offering a treasure:

"Look, the crystal is inlaid, and it is shining under the sun. There is a wheel, which can reflect different brilliance from a different angle-count, how many colors?"

Luther looked up blankly.

The lady looked at the prince's behavior blankly, and stopped talking.

"And there is also a mechanism that can hide some letter paper or something... on the chessboard, it may be able to replace a king-ahem, a knight."

Thyls played with the badge of identity with interest, and slowly got up.

Luther's gaze slowly rose with the prince badge, and he stood up subconsciously.

Thyls grinned suddenly:

"Do you like it? Take it."

Luther stretched out his palm blankly.

But Thales' hands got stuck halfway.

"But today, you have to listen to your mother," the prince said with a smile:

"Otherwise I will take it back."

Luthor just stared at the Can Xing's badge, staring firmly, with a focused expression.

I don't know how much he understood.

Thyls was a little helpless, but still put the badge in the opponent's hand.

The latter got the badge of the nine-pointed star, bowed his head, and began to study the mechanism and light refraction inside.

Tyles breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Luther intently with a smile.

Glover and Doyle, who had been maintaining their combat readiness, looked at each other before returning to their original positions.

The young lady inhales gently, then exhales slowly.

She looked at her son first, and then turned to Thales, smiling sincerely and expressing gratitude:

"His Royal Highness Thales, although you have heard about it, your kindness and tolerance are more moving than your intelligence and genius."

"Deserves to be the master of the hall."

The young woman lifted the skirt elegantly, tilted her head slightly, graceful and charming:

"Eleanor Barney, hello to you."

"The suffering is over, I hope you will overcome the obstacles and spread your wings soaring."

"Of course, thank you, Mrs. Eleanor." Thales nodded politely, but couldn't help but glance at Luther on the other side.

Eleanor noticed the prince's gaze and took a deep breath.

"Luther, he hasn't grown up yet," the young woman pursed her lips, trying to put away the sparkling sparkle in her eyes, which is either embarrassing or shameful:

"But teenagers can also create miracles."

She has stubbornness in her eyes.

"I believe you know it better, Your Highness."

Eleanor stretched out her right hand gracefully.

Tyles respectfully and respectfully shook the palm of the mother's hand, preparing to kiss in return:

"Of course, Mrs. Eleanor."

"I know."

But in the next second, Thales only felt his palm tighten and his face changed!

I saw Mrs. Eleanor smile apologetically, but unconventionally turned over Thales's palm and knelt down.

"Please don't mind, as a vassal, kissing the lord is what we should do."

Tyles watched in amazement as Mrs. Eleanor put her hands on his palms, gently pulled his gloves away, and kissed the back of his hand in a reversal manner.

Her lips are very soft, and their strength is different from the first two, more like gentle friction.

"My son cannot perform his duties," the mother let go of the prince, and smiled to relieve the embarrassment:

"Mother will do it naturally."

"The Barney family will always be by your side."

Thyls was so startled that he could not speak, but subconsciously withdrew his hand.

Mrs. Eleanor didn't care, she just smiled softly, turned and left, pulled her son who focused on toys, and went to the banquet hall.

Tyles was stunned for a second, before turning his head and looking at the same dumbfounded expressions of the two guards.

For a long while, Doyle took a deep breath:

"I believe you have seen the'Little Iron Spike'."

D.D scratched his head, a little embarrassed:

"Um, Your Highness...I know that this is very unconvincing from my mouth..."

"I also know that milfs are very attractive..."

Thyls' eyebrows curled.

"But your highness, don't be fascinated by beauty..."

Thyls snorted helplessly, talking about the embarrassment.

But he immediately had a meal.

"Little iron thorn? You mean Mrs. Eleanor?"

Thyls thought for a while, found the answer in the recent star history class, and then relieved:

"With this nickname, this lady must be extraordinary."

Iron Spike, this is not a strange and evil **** tool.

In history, this means that in the middle of the third century four hundred years ago, a certain Thales had a great-grandmother (earlier than someone who liked to eat chicken legs):

The "Queen Dowager Iron Spur" Eleanor.

This legendary woman became the noble queen of stars at the age of twenty-six. In the following seventy years, she was full of wind and waves.

She has gone through twelve wars, four coups, and eight supreme kings in her life. She has witnessed the "Cutting the Palace Change", "The Youth Returning to the Kingdom", "The Humiliation of the Giant Spirits", "The Evil Waves of the East China Sea", and "The Blood Only" The legendary stories that have been changed into historical repertoires such as "Li Feng" and so on, are still standing on the top of the times. In the age of the rising of the dragon, the stars are faint, and the storms are frequent and the war is frequent, firmly grasping the rudder of the kingdom's destiny.

But Thales immediately wondered:

"But why is it a "little iron thorn"?"

Doyle was excited, and seemed very happy that the prince asked him about noble gossip:

"Because there is someone else in the'Little Iron Spike', and unfortunately in the Barney family-it is the old great-grandmother of the doll baron."

"The little old lady is still alive. I saw it once when I went to Barney Manor. I thought I met the legendary evil dryad..."

Glover cleared his throat heavily.

Doyle realized that he had said the wrong thing, so witty he immediately changed his conversation:

"In short, the lady Eleanor who likes to kiss your hand married into the Barney family in full bloom when she was still young-it was the eve of the **** year, the old lady's little iron thorn's wrist Superb, let them have important officials in the court and fiefdoms outside the court. Even the royal guard has two collateral relatives who are still holding important positions."

Doyle is utterly honest, and seems to enjoy the gossip.

In the sky...the Barney family.

Tels paused.

"Just..."

D.D looked at Mrs. Eleanor's back, and tweeted softly: "It's a pity."

"What's wrong?"

"Mrs. Eleanor's newlywed husband, Viscount Barney at that time, was not only old enough to be her father, but also a bedridden sick man. After the **** years, he died within a few years."

Doyle pouted his lips~IndoMTL.com~sighed:

"Leaving her as a widow at a young age, with a foolish posthumous child, it is troublesome to remarry."

But Doyle changed his mind:

No, there is a "little iron thorn", who dares to let her grand-niece and granddaughter remarry?

"You know, many people in the aristocratic circle near the royal capital laughed secretly, saying that the seeds in her belly are not..."

Doyle's words are still in my ears, but the prince's attention has been re-engaged by the early widowhood mother who raised the child alone.

Tyles stared at Mrs. Eleanor's figure.

He saw that she took her son who was different from ordinary people in a hurry, and clasped the latter's fingers involuntarily, first took a few deep breaths, then stood her chest up and walked calmly into the Duke of Xinghu Grand banquet hall.

He ignored the strange gazes of all the people around him.

Tyles noticed that Eleanor's makeup was very good, but he couldn't hide the wrinkles around his eyes.

But her neck is white and slender, and her waist is attractive.

Never bend.

Tyles suddenly remembered: After the ups and downs of the Queen Mother Eleanor, after her magnificent life came to an end, people praised her differently.

Critics denounced her for being keen on power struggles, manipulating the court, poisoning the people and persecuting Zhongliang in a conspiracy to dominate the government.

Supporters praised her for her superb wrists, tenacity and courage, supporting the kingdom in the years of stark dumbness and turning the tide.

However, what is most widely remembered by the world is the comment left by an unnamed bard, which shines through the annals:

"I don't remember whether Eleanor is beautiful and handsome."

"I only know that even if you step on it, there are thousands of iron thorns..."

"She can also keep her look and walk calmly."

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